Insidiously

-You are just so

-So what

-So... 

-So what? Do I know you?

-Nah. I am a fool. Let's get out of here. 

-Well, out of where?

-Here. Obviously we can't stay here. That would be suicidal. 

-Look, do whatever you want.

-Oi, don't do that to yourself! You will learn. How old are you? 

-Huh? What the fuck are you talking about. Leave me alone! 

-How old are you? 

-Would you please stop it.

-How old are you? 

-Stop it. 

-How old are you?

-Shut it!

-How old are you?

-What do you want from me?!

-How old are you?

-27!

-Here we are. 

-We are nowhere! You're such a pain in th.. 

-So are you. We are here together remember.

-What are you talking about, what is this place? What are you talking about! 

-Aha, you are getting mad. Do get mad. Do get mad. Do get mad. Do get...

-Shut it! How is it possible that I can't leave?! 

-You will never. And I will neither. It's just... naah, you won't get that.

-(Sigh) Get what? Tell me then. You are such a strange person. 

-You know, when you're strange, faces come out of the rain! 

-And when you're strange, no one remember your name, I know that! Stop playing with me. 

-What is your name?

-None of your business.

-What a strange name. 

-Fuck off. 

-If I do so, you'll be...

-HAPPY! 

-No, not happy, dead. 

-Huh?! Stop bullshitting me. What are you playing at. How come... How come... Where are we?! I can't... figure out where I am. Tell me! Oh! Is it a dream? This is a dream! Oh yes, this. Is. A. Dream. Thanks! 

-Ahahah. 

-You're such a strange character for a dream. 

-I am not. You are a strange maker. 

-Oh so it is truly a dream. 

-No. It's not. But can't I be the product of your imagination without being a dream?

-Well. No. You can not. 

-But I am. I am. I am. I am. I am. I...

-STOP! GO AWAY. 

-Alright. Farewell. Be ready.

Finally, I did died. Yes I did. Well, it wasn't as I wanted to. I just didn't realised I was talking to myself. Actually, as I asked my self to go, I just had some kind of nervous breakdown, aneurysm stroke. People around, said it is the drugs. I know it is not. I've been drowned by my own enemy. Seized by the power of some kind of little parasite which was growing inside me, insidiously, dangerously, endlessly. I wasn't really in a good mood when I let this intruder spoiling my thoughts. I did call him. I did want him. 

Because it was me.